Athiya Fathima Tawfiq, Class 6, Mahatma Gandhi International School, Port Blair
When the Night Grew Old, There was a witch with a cold, She ran to the broom, saying: ‘’Oh dear, you are bored!’’ The witch gave a sigh, as the broom leaped high, It was going to fly! There was this sly cat nearby, with a look of shy, Pleading; ‘’Oh miss, may I come too?’’ The witch agreed, but what about the Cold? Up, went the Trio, with a big bang, Up-up and UP! What a lovely scene, to look down thee earthlings, sleeping dearly, But that’s it for now, cuz the witch would be back, and not so dearly!